"However, you cannot compare him to ."
The clone Ji Shaoli’s eyes flickered, and based on his experiences in previous lives, he took imdiate action and swiftly spent five hundred thousand.
He exchanged all his contribution points for goods that were expected to dramatically increase in value in the near future.
"Hmm, it seems that the fall of Jiushan Province has finally had so impact."
"The price trends of so commodities have already changed. So have exploded in advance, while others have seen depreciations that weren’t there before."
The clone operated upon the Small Tianxuan Mirror.
And a ghostly light isolated the mirror,
preventing it from sensing anything from the outside world.
He then spent another million contribution points to bulk-purchase so commonly used items.
After storing them away, Li Fan quietly left Haixuan Island.
The clone remained seated and immobile, contacting He Zhenghao.
Indeed, this Ji Shaoli was also acquainted with He Zhenghao.
After all, Daoist He had a wide circle of friends, and it was common for everyone in the Misthaven Ocean to know each other.
However, it was only an acquaintance of several encounters; their friendship wasn’t deep.
"Daoist He, how have you been recently?"
"Would you like to gather on Haixuan Island?"
It wasn’t just He Zhenghao.
The clone sent out banquet invitations to all the cultivators he had so acquaintance with from his mories.
...
"While pushing the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals to a fiery clash with the Five Elders Organization, I cannot neglect the research on [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation]."
"After all, that is what truly has the potential to shake the foundation of Law Transmission."
After leaving Haixuan Island, Li Fan’s gaze flashed as he took a detour and headed straight for Yin Ying Island.
Upon arrival, he did nothing rash.
Instead, he carefully observed for a while.
One could faintly hear the wails of mortals coming from the island.
Clearly, he was still studying the mysteries of the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma.
The little dog with eyes on its belly, holding a white rib in its mouth, was running wildly across the island.
It seed very pleased with itself.
"Yin Shangren stabilized after 3 years to successfully achieve Foundation Establishnt with ,"
"and it was not long ago."
Li Fan pondered, not daring to be reckless, and transmitted his voice, "Is Daoist Yin present?"
In his previous life, the scene of clashing with Yin Shangren was still vivid in his mind.
Even as a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator with countless Divine Techniques and Secret Techniques, he was helpless against Yin Shangren.
It was only after using the Word Confusion Technique that he managed to kill him.
In this life, in order not to disturb the Law Transmission, Li Fan would not easily use the Word Confusion Technique.
Moreover, he was still hoping the other party would help him promote the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation]...
It would be best to persuade him through words.
"I’m here. Please co in, Daoist Friend!"
The stone gates on the island burst open, and Li Fan flew down.
The person’s dog suddenly turned its head and stared at Li Fan,
letting out a threatening roar, its eyes filled with wariness.
As it barked, the white rib fell clattering to the ground.
Li Fan’s gaze shifted, and he scooped the rib into his hand.
This rib was from the first cultivator with the surna Su, who was afflicted with the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma.
In the 115th life, Li Fan had thrown it, distracting the attention of a huge monster composed of countless corpses within the White Mist, and narrowly escaped a disaster.
Seeing its favorite object taken, the person’s dog’s eyes turned ferocious.
However, after Li Fan gave it a brief glance,
the dog seed to be hugely frightened and instantly subdued.
Its tail drooped, and it slinked off into a building on the island.
Li Fan let out a light chuckle and followed it in.
Familiar with the place, Li Fan quickly located Yin Shangren.
Just like in the previous lives he had encountered him, he was sowhat crazily staring at the transparent cage with mortals being tornted inside for experints,
murmuring sothing incomprehensible.
Li Fan tossed the white rib over to Yin Shangren, who caught it subconsciously.
"This is…" He first paused in astonishnt and then gripped it tightly.
"Just now at the door, I found this little thing with this object in its mouth. It faintly occurred to that this bone is sowhat extraordinary, so I thought the little one mischievously stole it to play with." Li Fan said with a smile, explaining.
Yin Shangren suddenly realized, and viciously kicked the petite dog in his care.
He pocketed the white rib.
His expression softened a great deal, and he turned to Li Fan and asked, "I wonder, Daoist He, what brings you here today?"
Li Fan looked around and said, "This place isn’t suitable for talking..."
Yin Shangren was suddenly at a loss for words.
Nevertheless, he did not dwell on it and led Li Fan to the underground secret chamber.
As they walked through Yin Shangren’s collection corridor, he also gave Li Fan a tour of his treasures.
To his surprise, it seed that Li Fan was also quite knowledgeable about these things.
From ti to ti, he could add a comnt or two.
This delighted Yin Shangren, who hadn’t found many kindred spirits, imnsely.
He beca increasingly cordial towards Li Fan.
He kicked the little dog again, urging it to serve up two cups of dark, bubbling spirit energy mycelium tea.
Without waiting for Yin Shangren to say anything, Li Fan picked up the cup boldly and drained it in one gulp.
His expression did not change.
"What a good tea!" he even said with a lingering enjoynt.
This took Yin Shangren by surprise even more.
"This secret chamber is quite hidden. Whatever you wish to discuss, feel free to speak frankly," he said, after taking a sip himself and speaking slowly.
"Daoist Yin, have you heard of [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation]?"
The next mont, Li Fan’s words rendered him stunned on the spot.
"Cough cough..." Choking and coughing a few tis, Yin Shangren put down his tea cup, his facial expression sowhat strange as he looked at Li Fan.
"Daoist, have you co here for the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation]?"
He had indeed spoken of it to others before, but most found it a ludicrous claim.
A matter to be laughed over and dismissed.
But for soone like Li Fan to co solemnly inquiring, this was a first.
Under an impression of kindred spirits, Yin Shangren couldn’t help but advise, "However, I observe that you have already achieved the Golden Core Realm. My foundation building thod is not yet perfect..."
Unexpectedly, Li Fan raised his hand to interrupt him.
What followed next was earth-shattering.
"When I first heard of your [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation], I was astounded, it was a marvel. But upon closer examination, I found it to have major flaws."
"Thus, I pondered deeply, exerting a great deal of effort, and finally managed to complete it."
"Overjoyed, I ca here in particular to share it with you."
"I hope that Daoist Yin will point out any inadequacy," Li Fan said indifferently.
Upon hearing these words, Yin Shangren suddenly stood up.
He stared at Li Fan, full of disbelief.
He even began to laugh, "You completed the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation]? Daoist, do not jest with ..."
However, the smile on his face faded as Li Fan recited the incantations, word by word.
It quickly vanished.
What replaced it was, at first, surprise.
Then seriousness.
And then shock.
At the end, when Li Fan had finished outlining the entire [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation].
Yin Shangren was shaking uncontrollably.
"How is this possible..."
"How could this be possible..." He murmured in bewildernt as if to affirm the feasibility of the [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation].
But no matter how he calculated, the result was always the sa.
Flawless, absolutely perfect.
Yin Shangren’s knees went weak, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Pointing at Li Fan, he trembled relentlessly.
For a long ti, he could not articulate a single word.
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I suddenly coughed, feeling sothing was not quite right.
That’s it for the two updates today.
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